Usually, my mum would leave some piece of meat for the
person packing her plates after meal.
My motivation to pack her plate was the meat. On a
particular day, the plate was empty and I just walked pass. One of my brothers
came around, moved by a sense of duty and packed the plates. Mum thanked him
and while he engaged both hands carrying the plates, she asked him to open his
mouth as she dunked a mouthful chunk! The plate was empty, but her hand was
full. I didn't see the hand, I only checked the plate. That lesson never left
me.
The reward for packing some plates of responsibilities and
duties may not be visible on the plates but wrapped within the faithful fingers
of devotion, dedication and selfless service to humanity.
Many people walk pass their fulfillment by looking the other
way from obligations simply because the plate poses with an empty reward.
I have since learnt that greatness is postpaid. Greatness is rarely advertised on the screen of reward but
disguised like an empty manger bearing the burden of a full Inn.
You cannot predict the weight of a child by the size of his
mother. If you missed the blessings of being responsible to your siblings,
clients, partner, friends and others, the best thing an anointing oil from a pastor
will do in your life is to fry your head for dinner in the 'canteen of
frustration'.
So, be eager to pack the plates you find on the table of
responsibility: at home, office, neighborhood, the associations you belong to,
everywhere...
Don't look at or mind those making fun of you, be
intentional and live a life of meaningful impacts in this side of
eternity.
In this life's journey, try to pack the plates along the
way. And the Almighty God will reward you.
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